05 Mac - 05 $wAG

Power
Power
Power
Power
Bitch thought you knew this
Bitch countin' up blue strip
Hoes they look clueless
Cause I'm on some new shit
Hop up in the coupe
And I'm with my new bitch
Crowd goin' stupid
When they playin' my music
Turn up the crowd, we gon' die lit
I aint beefin' boutta hoe, that's my side bitch
All that talkin' out yo ass, you gon' die quick
I do everything myself, fuck a stylist
Pull up in a foreign
Hop out in some Jordans
Caution tape around the studio
I'm in the booth recordin
I'm gon' murder me a track
Lay a verse, I count some racks
And some fo's, yeah, I be pourin
My money's very important
Gotta keep that stick
You know we be on pop shit
But I don't pop no Xans
You get hit up with this shit
Now my pockets, they on fat
Thick like your bitch
All my bitches, they on bad
Countin' up blue strips
Countin' up these hunds
Can't fit in my jeans
Bad bitch in the back
And she rollin' up some weed
She don't even smoke
She just wanna chill with the team
Puffin' on some thraxx
I got ashes on my threes
Ashes on my Armani
Shawty had that body uh
We start pullin' up in that Audi
Turnin up and get rowdy huh
Pullin' up to the party
Pullin' up my shawty uh
Cuttin' off my shawty
Cause I'm smashin' up the thotties huh
Power
Power
Power
Power

Written by:
Joshua James

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